Behind black double doors your lungs fill with smoke. It's no wonder why you want to hide under the darkness of the night's cloak. Playing dress up with feathers in your hair. Burning little amber fires one breath at a time in your little lair. Your body looks so soft it melts a line in the hard wood floor of your grainy underexposed pictures. And to me it just feels sad your a front of smoke and mirrors.

this picture is offensive to my culture in a multitude of ways. i hope you find time to research the contemporary issues of native americans so that you can understand just how hurtful this kind of appropriation of our culture is.